Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
She nodded, following the trace of his footsteps, the purpose of her demeanor and stature continuing onward – but this path seemed to linger for an eternity. Stretching wide and far, yards upon yards later, further and further along until Lena wondered if this would simply lead them out rather than anywhere else –
When it seemed to simply…open up.
Like a great unfurling of blossoms and hedges and rows upon rows of greenery, the verdant life revealed itself in wondrous splendor. Not unlike the prior meadow, but so much more of it. “Is this it?” She whispered, as if not to break the glamor of the spell.
When it seemed to simply…open up.
Like a great unfurling of blossoms and hedges and rows upon rows of greenery, the verdant life revealed itself in wondrous splendor. Not unlike the prior meadow, but so much more of it. “Is this it?” She whispered, as if not to break the glamor of the spell.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
